My
Mind
Today
Is
Blank,
For
Which
I thank
A
Proclivity
For
Zealous
Activity
Cleaning
My
House.
I’m
An
Industrious
Mouse,
Nibbling
Away
At
Desert
Dust
That
Settles
Every
Day,
And
Scrubbing
To
Release
Bits
Of
Kitchen
Grease.
With
My
Electric
Broom
I zoom
Through
Every
Room
Like
Mad,
Wishing
I had
A
Faithful
Maid
To
Aid
Me
With
Such
Work,
Which
Out
Of
Decency
I cannot
Shirk.
After
All,
I say,
Moving
From
Wall
To
Wall,
What
I mean
Is
To
Be
Reasonably
Clean.